The F-Words Series

My mom’s backhands were fast. Like a Royce Gracie takedown fast. I’d barely get out the first syllable of a swear word before…

Fuh…*smack*

We don’t use words like that in this family.

Damn, did I learn quick.

My little brother, though, let's just say he was a bit stubborn. Okay, a hell of a lot more stubborn. He was also quick too. The little sucker learned to dodge just as fast as my mother could strike and eventually faster. Which led to a whole new slew of Spanish swear words being dropped into o...